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“Where were you?”
Ben didn’t mean to say it. To blurt the words he’d been thinking all week. Sounding like a petulant child; or worse, a reproving parent.
Rey’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “I was–out of town. How did you know?”
She wore a headband today. A pale baby pink, just like her nails. Her dress was white, fitted on her flat chest then flaring out to showcase her beautiful tan legs. Ben wanted to pull them apart and sink into her.
“Your email,” Ben recovered, crossing his legs and sitting up straighter. In control. In charge. “You’ve been studying so much, I assumed if you weren’t home, you must’ve gone somewhere.” He smiled the winning senator smile he’d learned from his mother.
“Oh,” Rey said, and her posture loosened. She wrinkled her nose, twisting a small gold ring on her index finger. “I was visiting my aunt, actually.”
Ben processed this information. Tried and failed to make his voice not sound accusatory. “You told me you don’t see her, that you don’t get along.”
“I don’t,” Rey shrugged, unbothered by his tone if she noticed it. “She’s always trying to get me to come see her, but I always say no. She told me she wouldn’t keep paying my rent if I didn’t come home. And, you know, I work–of course, as much as I can, but rent here is expensive and–”
“Rey, you don’t need to justify yourself,” he interrupted softly. She took a deep breath, nodding. She leaned back on the couch, staring at her hands folded in her lap.
“Right, so, I had to go and this week was spring break–”
Goddamnit, of course it was. Half his clients with kids had talked about it. How had he not noticed? Not that it would’ve helped; Ben imagining her on spring break with all the implications it brought would’ve surely only made things worse.
“So, yeah. I went. It was annoying; she just parades me around in front of her friends. Like she cares,” Rey huffed.
“You seem to have some strong feelings about her,” Ben suggested, teasing the truth from her.
Rey glanced up, then back at her hands. She uncrossed her legs and glanced around. “I mean she’s–you know, she could be worse. She was worse. She used to drink. Not like–you know, nothing crazy. Mostly it was her loser boyfriends. It was worse with the pills. Not that that happened much either, it’s not as bad as it sounds,” Rey chattered nervously, then let out a laugh. “God I’m like, so dramatic. Anyway, whatever, she’s fine. She’s just annoying.”
“Your experience doesn’t have to be the worst one to be one that hurts,” Ben said, uncrossing his legs and leaning his elbows on his knees, looking at her intently. “Your pain was real, Rey, it isn’t dramatic.”
She took a long moment before she looked up, but when she did, he was rewarded by beautiful shining tears. He wanted to pick her up and crush her to him. Hold her tight in his lap and tell her how beautiful she was, how precious, his everything .
Instead, he held a box of tissues out. She took one, dabbing at her under eyes and looking at the ceiling, trying to dab away stray mascara.
“It’s okay to cry, Rey,” he murmured, and she choked out a small sob. His heart was at war with his cock, torn between wanting to comfort her and the idea of making her weep like that while he was balls deep in her.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” she sniffled, continuing to dab her eyes. “I just–I didn’t sleep well, and I feel like I’m losing it.”
Ben felt a thrill go through him at knowing what the cryptic words meant. Just a few weeks ago he would’ve puzzled over that for hours, then spent another few hours telling himself not to think about it. He had been so tortured before. It felt so good to give in to his obsession, so right and so rewarding. It was so tiring trying to be good all the time. What had it gotten him?
And now, he had a pretty little teen cocksleeve to fuck every night. He felt it was pretty clear where his morality started and ended. Why try to fight it?
He’d felt so powerful and excited this morning, watching her wipe herself and questioningly running her fingers through her folds, experimentally. Finding the string and tugging, the sound of her pained gasp was audible even on the tinny audio recording. It looked swollen and used, soaked with his cum and her blood. He’d immediately stroked himself raw after watching the clip over and over.
And now she felt like she was losing it. Which, for his purposes, was absolutely fucking perfect.
“Rey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” He said, leaning forward again, holding her gaze.
“Am I in trouble?” She giggled nervously, but her eyes were tight.
“No, sweetie, you’re not in trouble,” Rey’s eyes widened a bit and he realized his slip up, internally cursing himself. He continued like nothing happened. “I just think you need a little extra help. I was thinking it might make sense for you to come in twice a week.”
“Twice?” Rey echoed, then looked down at her folded hands again, picking at her cuticle. “Oh.”
Ben was about to speak again when he saw her little shoulders shaking, and tears dripping on to her white dress.
Before he could stop himself, he was across the room, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Oh, no, sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kept his hand circling on her back, wishing it were bare.
“I’m so sorry–I’m sorry, Dr. Solo, I didn’t mean to offend you,” she gasped out between a sob. “I just didn’t–I don’t want to take up your time with my stupid problems.
Ben slid his fingers to her jaw and turned her head toward him. “Listen to me. You are never a burden, Rey, not to me. I just want you to help you be the best you can be.” He couldn’t help but slide his hand to her silky hair, pushing it back behind her ear.
She inhaled sharply, then pulled back a little, as if just realizing their closeness. She smoothed her hands over her dress, then smiled, though her eyes were still watery. “I guess that’s true–it’s the job you’re paid for, right?”
She tried to belie the words with the smile, but her tone was bitter. Ben wanted to inhale her, take away any doubts with his mouth. Instead he indulged her with a close lipped smile, then stood, putting a professional distance between them.
His smile faded a bit and he said softly but firmly, “I care about you Rey. Whether I’m paid to or not. If you came to me tomorrow and didn’t have a cent to pay, I would still be here.”
He didn’t want to scare her. But it was vital she came to trust him if he was ever going to have a chance fucking her while she was conscious. Willingly. And that meant being direct, as far as he was professionally able–and a toe past that line.
Rey sat on the couch, gazing up at him with her wide eyes. She looked like she wanted to speak, but her lip was still quivering. Ben turned toward a desk in the corner of the room. He scribbled something out on a sticky note, then folded it once and handed it to Rey.
The brief pause had given her time to compose herself, and she looked questioningly at the small piece of paper.
“That’s my number,” Ben said. “If you ever need anything, no questions asked, you call me. I don’t care if it’s the big stuff or small stuff. Call me. Or text me, I know you young kids like that,” he rolled his eyes with a grin.
“I’m not a kid,” She said indignantly, and he watched her carefully tuck the piece of paper into a sparkly pink wallet.
“You are,” Ben argued. But I love it, he wanted to say. You’re perfect. I need your kiddie cunt. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, bringing his mind back to the present. He settled on, “But it’s good.”
“You make it sound like you’re old.” Rey stood, walking a few steps toward him instead of the door.
“Aren’t I?” His voice was teasing, but he was desperate to hear her thoughts. He was 20 years her senior, and he needed to know if it would stop her from dreaming about him. Or at least prolonging it. He’d make her dream of his cock eventually.
“No,” Rey said, shaking her head, her cheeks a little pink. She stood just a step away from him now, her head tilted back to see his face. “How old are you?”
Ben licked his lips and watched Rey’s eyes trace the motion. He smiled widely and winked before he said, “Old enough to know better.”
But he knew he wasn’t.
–
Ben was driving home, feeling the lack of sleep catching up with him. He wanted to go see Rey, but he knew he should probably let both of them get one night’s rest. Plus, he’d really destroyed her pussy. It was only right to give his princess a day of rest before he reopened her up.
He walked up to his front door, the sleek modern door opening into a wide kitchen area. His brother sat at the kitchen counter on a stool, his finger clicking away on the mousepad.
Ben groaned, walking in and tossing his things down in the entryway.
“Remind me why I gave you a key,” Ben said, immediately walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer.
“Oh, you didn’t, don’t worry,” Kylo responded, like he was doing him a favor by confirming Ben still had enough sanity not to give him a spare key. For all the good it did him.
“And yet here you are.”
Kylo stood up, stretching for a moment before grabbing a beer from the fridge and cracking it open before Ben could protest.
“Just think of me as team support,” Kylo slung an arm around Ben’s neck before Ben shoved him off. Kylo took it in stride, walking back to his stool. “I just want to know how you’re doing, brother.”
Ben stopped chugging the beer, bringing it down suddenly and meeting Kylo’s gaze steadily. “No, you want to know I’m not going to go off the fucking rails like last time.”
Kylo shrugged, unashamed to be caught. “And are you? Going off the fucking rails?”
Ben hissed in anger, slamming the beer can down. “No, I’m not going off the fucking rails! We’ve already talked about this– Rey is just a patient. Nothing’s happening. She just needs help. She’s–she’s a child.”
Kylo gave him a long, unimpressed look. He used a single finger to swivel his laptop around, which is precisely the moment Ben realized it was his own laptop. On the screen, in high definition, was Rey’s freshly fucked pussy, pink sticky cum oozing out, her little legs spread, her flat chest on display.
Kylo’s voice was lazy when he said, “So did it feel good helping this child , brother?”
—
Rey was feeling exhausted. Not just tired– bone-deep, soul-wrenching, exhaustion. The performance for her aunt and friends, the constant studying for the SATs, crying and humiliating herself in front of Dr. Solo, not to mention the weird thing with her period–no, not going to think about that.
She just needed to sleep. She didn’t take her sleep meds her entire week away, because Ben said only to take them at home. And she had last night but–well, tonight she would get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow was Friday, and then she could sleep as much as she wanted. Well, around her tutoring sessions. And work. And studying. And homework.
Rey strapped herself into her diaper, something she used to hate but had come to enjoy. She liked the feeling of being wrapped in tight, liked the puffy comfort between her legs. She laid back on her bed and grabbed Stripes. Her tiger, obviously. Kids always come up with the most creative names.
She watched a video on her phone, pushing the stuffed animal down her stomach to rest her phone there. After a few minutes, she shifted, and felt the stuffed tiger sitting between her legs. The soft fur brushing against her inner thighs made her arch her hips a little.
She’d been so… horny lately. She woke up every morning wet, and found most days when she came home she was, too. She didn’t usually masturbate. She knew about it, obviously, she’d seen porn. But it had just never appealed to her outside of a few exploratory sessions.
But lately, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wondered if something was wrong with her hormones, if that’s why her period kept starting in the most painful way, only to end again the next day.
She began to move her hips against the tiger, whimpering at the lack of friction she was able to get with her diaper in the way. But it still felt so good, she continued humping at the little animal.
She soon found her mind wandering. She wondered if Dr. Solo’s hair, just past his ears, would feel like the tiger. She felt like the stubble on his face would be rougher. He had touched her jaw today, and she wished she could’ve touched his back.
She knows it’s a silly fantasy, the idea of that. Dr. Solo is a real man, and he just thinks of her as a kid. He told her as much today. Plus, he can be kind of intense sometimes. Almost a little scary. But it still sent a shiver of excitement straight to her clit imagining his lips on hers. If either of them had dared to close that small distance today.
Rey felt so close to a peak, and she humped with desperate little whimpers. Soon, she was straddling Stripes, grinding her diapered little pussy against the furry stuffed tiger. Finally, out of breath, she flopped back with a groan. She could never seem to get there lately. She wondered if it was a side effect of the medication; she’d read it could lower your sex drive.
But that wasn’t the problem.
Rey had read about transference in her AP psychology class. How that could result in messy things like patients thinking they have feelings for their therapist. But she wasn’t transferring these feelings from anywhere. She’d never felt these feelings towards the boys in her classes. She didn’t dream of kissing them and so much more. She’d tried, even.
But Dr. Solo made her feel heard . Made her feel wanted . And she knew, of course, that was his job. It just made him a good therapist. But she couldn’t help but feel–or hope–it was something more. She opened her phone and scrolled to his name in her contacts. Clicked into his name to compose a message.
She couldn’t bring herself to even type, but just the knowledge that she could felt illicit, exciting. Surely he didn’t give his cell phone number to all his patients. She could call him and hear his voice right now. She wondered what he was doing.
–
“It’s not what it looks like,” Ben said immediately, color draining from his face.
Kylo barked a laugh. “Oh, please, Ben. Spare me with the denial bullshit. You raped a sixteen year old girl. Unconscious, at that!” He glanced at the photo on the screen, and Ben felt the impulse to smash his brother’s head into the screen. “Though that might’ve been kinder, given the state of her hole.”
Ben growled, stepping forward, and Kylo grinned, shutting the laptop. “Easy, boy. You’re not in trouble.”
Ben frowned, crossing his arms. He waited for Kylo to speak.
Kylo shrugged, running a hand over the table. “You would’ve been. An hour ago. When I first saw these, and I got confirmation, I knew–I fucking knew you were up to this shit again. But seeing it laid out like that, I was so fucking pissed at you for taking these dumb risks again like a fucking dumb pussy–”
Ben came at him, but Kylo grabbed him behind the neck, holding his forehead against his. Both were breathing heavily when Kylo said, “But I know, now, brother.” Ben twisted away at that, feeling suffocated by his twin. But Kylo held his neck hard, keeping him anchored. “I know why you do it. I.. watched. I saw how much you needed her…”
Ben growled, his hand coming up to cup Kylo’s neck in a more violent mirror, his nails digging hard into his nape. He hated the idea of anyone seeing her. She was his .
“Calm the fuck down,” Kylo snapped, tugging sharply on Ben’s long hair. “I’m going to help you.”
Ben laughed, twisting out of his grip sharply. He took a step back, crossing his arms. “Help me what exactly?”
Kylo smirked. “Get the girl.”